"Are you sure you don't want to meet him?" Aurora asked again, her hands busy folding and stacking Daisy's clothes into the suitcase. "Both of you were hurt because of misunderstandings before… I just hope you think wisely this time."
Daisy's hands stilled mid-fold, the soft fabric slipping from her fingers. "You know it's different this time…" Her voice faltered as she glanced at Aurora. "And I'm not running away, Aurora. I just… I feel uncomfortable living in someone's house when that 'someone' thinks I'm a stranger."
Aurora's hands froze, her eyes flicking up. "He's not 'someone,' Daisy. He's your husband."
Aurora's hands froze, her eyes flicking up. "He's not 'someone,' Daisy. He's your husband."
